Inspired by Walk on the Wild Side by Lou Reed

To Veronica there is nothing better
than to dress up all in leather
nothing excites her more than the screams
the screams of her submissive victims
she does all day, never fails a day
she knows how to please her women

Emily, on the other hand
does with a woman what she should be doing with a man
she has a big collection of toys
she makes the others squirm with joy
but Emily's main specialty
is that she even does menage-a-troix

To Britney the best thing in the world
is doing on the sofa with her favourite girl
she kicks up her legs, high with ecstasy
her moans louder than you can imagine
she is free, she is wild
she is capable of committing any sin

Francesca, however, is an angel
she does it slow, from all angles
but because the excitement makes her all giddy
she finishes quickly
and not even bothering to clean
she pushes her tongue down her lady!

(Strutting) Sally

Inspired by Walk on the Wild Side, All Tomorrow’s Parties, Like a Rolling Stone and the film What Ever Happened to Baby Jane?

Sally was once a rich bitch

to a world not a single lift

had a bedroom the size of Texas

on-stage sweet, off-stage curses

for a cone she would cause a storm

she would lift her skirt

wear low cuts

and around the town the bitch would strut

Icy demeanor, haughty soul

but that was all long ago

now she’s forced to limp in the very streets

she once swore she would destroy it

Live with the lowly vagabonds

the ones she used to spit upon

Sally’s days are humiliating

what were once pretty frocks

are now ragged old clothes

for the whole world to see

her once high and mighty cheeks

have hollowed skinny and weak

her arms and legs, once perfectly tuned

are now filled with bruises

but when day becomes night

Sally finds it hard to find

from the monsters who use her

one at the back, one in front

all wait their turn

sometimes two, sometimes three

sometimes just one

Sally was once a rich bitch

but the glitter has faded away

the crown is lost

she has lost her way

and is now the world’s pawn

Rumblings of the ancient mind!

To be able to flow with a mighty force
But still be as calm as the sea
No stone or brick can ever break my bones
No pain can bring me to my knees
I shall be the power in the air
The force in the peace
The light of the day, the life of the night
The helpful whisper, the stranger’s smile

To be able to bring the hand of the wise
To be able to redden the roses, brighten the skies
Purify the land, and diminish the cries
To be able to open eyes, bring words to the tongue
To bring sounds to the ear, every note that is sung

The hollow, the faithless cannot fog my path
For my path is always lit by the one who is in my heart
The tail of the wicked may hide in shadows
But the tail’s wickedness always shows
Don’t be fooled, don’t be fooled
For the brave, the bold always walks with a true sword